Makita (
runmakitarun) wrote2007-08-06 05:32 am
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Into the storm
As the last of the team files through the door Makita closes it firmly behind herself and leads the way over to the window. Down in the square below twelve people move purposefully through the snow.
The six women are mostly unremarkable. One stands out as being exceptionally tall, one is short enough to almost look like a child, and hair of various colors and lenghts and styles can be seen escaping from their warm hats. The six men, however, stand out. The smallest is six and a half feet tall and looks to weigh at least 270 pounds. All twelve of them move with the smooth grace of practiced killers.
Makita doesn't bother whispering as she points them out, "See how they move in pairs? Each sorceress has her Guardsman a few paces behind her. You can see that even in a group they're thinking in twos. When we hit them, I want us to concentrate on splitting as many pairs as we can. They operate much less efficiently when their teams are broken up."
"There's another square like this a few blocks down. If they're headed of our HQ, then they'll have to go through it. If we move fast we can get there first and set up." She shoulders her rifle and looks at her team again, "Let's keep it fast and quiet."
So saying, Makita leads the way out the door, heading toward the rear fire escape for the building.
The six women are mostly unremarkable. One stands out as being exceptionally tall, one is short enough to almost look like a child, and hair of various colors and lenghts and styles can be seen escaping from their warm hats. The six men, however, stand out. The smallest is six and a half feet tall and looks to weigh at least 270 pounds. All twelve of them move with the smooth grace of practiced killers.
Makita doesn't bother whispering as she points them out, "See how they move in pairs? Each sorceress has her Guardsman a few paces behind her. You can see that even in a group they're thinking in twos. When we hit them, I want us to concentrate on splitting as many pairs as we can. They operate much less efficiently when their teams are broken up."
"There's another square like this a few blocks down. If they're headed of our HQ, then they'll have to go through it. If we move fast we can get there first and set up." She shoulders her rifle and looks at her team again, "Let's keep it fast and quiet."
So saying, Makita leads the way out the door, heading toward the rear fire escape for the building.
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Mel feels the need for no other words, and follows Makita closely, hands free and swinging.
She might not look like she's trying to be quiet or sneaky or anything other than out for a stroll, but her movements are silent anyway. It's just instinct.
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She swings a little away from the group - all the better to get the job done. She's not used to working with more than maybe one or two people - she's more effective on her own. Besides, she's been here before - even if she didn't come up against anything like this.
She tugs her scarf down below her mouth - she's going to need as much air as she can get, freezing cold or not. She's bare-headed, not wanting to lose any of her peripheral vision. She's just as quiet as Mel, the only noise from her the slight and inevitable crunch of snow underneath the corrugated soles of thick boots. Her face is a blank mask - but her eyes are bright. This? Is going to be fun.
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"Holy fuck, it's cold," she utters through teeth already gritted against the bitter wind. Suddenly Steph's mothering doesn't seem quite so annoying. She pulls out a chapstick and applies it liberally as she walks.
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He's also got nothing to contribute right now besides I'm just going to follow along quietly and not give us away. Makita's world, her plan; at least, unless the situation changes.
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The last thing she needs is for the cold to make one of the blades stick when she really needs it.
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She glances back over her shoulder seeing if anyone volunteers for one position or the other.
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"I will take a balcony." She shrugs noncommittally. "Or a rooftop, if there are any still intact."
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"Guess who brought transport?"
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She gives Makita a look, then makes an expansive gesture with her left arm, before slipping silently off the edge of the fire escape, and scaling down the wall.
She'll circle around and hit them from the other side. Just, keep out of her way.
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He does volunteer, "I can take a roof."
He likes heights.
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She tightens the rifle strap over her shoulder, then climbs down the fire escape. She follows Miho's lead initially, but splits off from her at the crumbled wall.
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Then she leads the way across the thick snow, following a course parallel to the one the Reds were following. Eventually she pulls up short. "About three blocks ahead there's a major intersection. You'll know it's the right one because it's got a shattered fountain in the center. We'll catch the Reds as they come through there." She nods at Goldy, "The entire intersection is surrounded by good sniping spots. Take your pick, and your first shot will be the signal for everyone to move in."
"Everyone else? You're here because you know how to handle yourselves. I'm guessing we've got maybe ten minutes before the Reds arrive. You've got that long to set up whatever you're setting up. Remember to wait for Goldy's shot. Once we hit them try to stay in touch by comm."
"It's possible we won't get them all at first, and they may scatter. Don't lose contact with them. In this snow they'll be hard to find again. If we get separated, meet up back at the plaza where we're headed now."
"Let's go then." She turns and starts moving.
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She'll find her friends later.
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The blizzard is even more unforgiving now that they are in the open. The wind bites at exposed skin with icy fangs and never lets go. Snow squalls around fiercely, as much being whipped up from the ground as is falling from the dark gray skies above. It's not quite a white-out in terms of visibility, but it's close.
While three of the group splinter off, Goldy continues to travel with Makita and Krauser, squinting around and ahead, keeping a feel for the immediate surroundings in case they are compromised before they reach their destination.
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Crossfire? Fun, when you're not the one in it.
"Two shots, maybe three, and then I'll be busy herding with everyone else below." It means she'll be the only target up there, but at least he'll have helped divert counter fire first.
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Reluctantly, she then removes the scarf from her mouth and tries again.
"Sounds good," she puffs.
The conditions are harsh. The snow-covered rubble-strewn streets are not the easiest to negotiate. And the pace is quick, somewhere between a forced march and a jog-trot. As a result, Goldy is laboring a bit.
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Between more debris and piled snow, she keeps out of sight fairly well until she gets to the square. Taking a quick assessment of the ground, she circles around to the left. A hunk of broken statuary--once atop the building behind her, now lying in front of it heaped with snow--provides a good spot to hunker down and wait. She checks her guns and gear, then settles in to wait.
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The only rifle she's got with her is her RKG, and it's just not going to cut it against what they're up against. If she's going to be forced to pistols, she'll need to be close. Her eyes flicker around the snow-covered square trying to find the piece of cover near enough to engage from.
Ah, there. A burned out krawl sits in the roadway. It wasn't here last time she was in the area, but it makes a great place to hide. Makita climbs up the side and pulls herself into the hole where the hatch should be. The krawl has been open long enough to have plenty of snow in it, but Makita can deal with that.
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Her world, right now is white, damp and freezing as she speeds through the snow, occasionally dropping a few feet to make sure she's heading in the right direction. Being the only one no on foot, she makes the spot first, and hovers in place away from all of them, turning circles to keep warm, her hands tucked under her arms, one holding a grenade tightly.
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"By my reckoning we've still got a few minutes," she tells Krauser before they split up. "Get a few mines down. Ideally, covering the entrances to the side streets. Eliminate some of their escape routes. I'll let them get well into the square before I fire, so the other girls can cut off their retreat."
And with that, she disappears through a twisted door frame into the half-darkness of her assigned building.
By way of a surviving stairwell, she ascends to the fourth floor and starts setting up shop. Down goes her bag of equipment. Out comes the bi-pod near the muzzle of the rifle. And soon enough she's lying diagonally across the snow-blanketed balcony, locked, loaded and sighting in through one of the gaps between the concrete balusters.
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Time's an investment. He moves through the snow like no human can, jumping into sheltered areas and climbing along them to a better point to leap again. He makes a few pieces of cover into rather more unwelcoming places than they look, then moves to rig the nearest ways out.
Once that's done, he goes around and up, climbing and jumping until he's on the rooftop opposite Goldy. He stays low and out of sight getting into position.
It's not the most stable rooftop he's ever been on, but he's confident it won't be in danger of falling until it's been hit a few times. . . and by then, he'll be down in the street anyway.
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Snow gathers in a thin layer over her hat and coat. She waits.
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Before the cold can truly set in, a huge man in full combat gear ghosts into the courtyard. He's over six and a half feet tall and weighs closer to three hundred pounds than two hundred. He's wearing heavy combat armor and the hailer hooked to his arm swings back and forth as his eyes scan the street from beneath his helmet.
Not far behind him, a rather unprepossessing woman steps out of the obscuring snow. Her hair, where it escapes her fur hat, is dark, and her eyes glow a luminescent white visible from across the plaza. She appears unarmed, but she has a way of moving that belies her harmless appearance. Her steps are precise as she steps up behind the tall man and places a hand on his arm. He shifts his weight slightly, but doesn't stop scanning for threats.
Five more pairs of very large men and variously sized women join the first two at the edge of the courtyard. They recognize it as good ambush ground, and even though they know they should be alone they're careful. Eventually, though, the group seems satisfied that all is clear and they spread out and begin moving again, heading across the center of the plaza.
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